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The Disevolving of one's Personal Evolution
not taking "it" for granted,
(thought granted
it
may well be ),
my eye is amazed to see how
far
from The mainstream, or the mainstream's
mainstem. my thinking has,
(shall we say),
dis- evolved
Certainly
Main Street
may as well be in
Some other Uni'verse,
( nothing uni'versal need be implied).
Other people, as it were. ( or, more accurately, as were they )
seem
so much more blessedly "other" than ever
before.
( just i'magine that )
(that is, if you dare )
( I riding some pariah's donkey )
Nothing ever was what Anything like it seemed to be, so why, so why,
so why
should eye be surprised ?
Has my Terminal Uniqueness not ran it's rancorous course?
Has my Terminal Uniqueness indeed become a malignancy ?
How's about dear Leah Marie's dea[b]th death death as a factor?
How's about dear Leah Marie's death death.......?
How's about dear Leah Marie's [b]death ?
How's about dear Leah Marie ?
All these things, (and more!) appear to have defined My Disevolution, even if
on a wholly illusory scale, which can easily believed into a Delusion of Grand
Proportion.
What else? What more? to be used to perfect this insistent demise?
F I N I
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2019dankozak'sCircus-of-Poom, +(bad) photo'ography
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